the mortal wound and the portal to Loch Lomond
the Viking blood created from bloodshed
the washed up mussel shells and people plastic
headless bobble hats, handless gloves
swung-flung black pouches of pooch poop
giant rams that look like norse warriors
would I rather the next waymarker present a man or a bear
a wild cat that was tame, a friend turn into foe?
I carried my boat for as long as the Oban train would let me
my legs are short, the loch is long, Loch Long